“Jeez, take it easy on the car, will ya?”

“Sorry.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s great. Best day of my life.” She noticed he wore a casual black jacket with faded jeans. She’d never seen him in anything other than a three-thousand-dollar suit and was taken in once again by his striking good looks. His golden-brown hair matched his equally golden eyes.

Chiseled cheekbones and that accent made for one hell of a handsome package. But since she was married to the best-looking guy she’d ever known, golden boy Hill barely registered a second glance from her. The fact that he’d confessed to having a major crush on her was just another reason to keep her eyes to herself.

“How’s your niece?”

“The same. Out of it. Still in ICU.”

“I’ve called in some of our best cyber guys to track down the source of the video and photos.”

“Will they be able to get it taken down?”

“That’s the goal.”

“Thanks. I really appreciate this.”

“You must’ve been feeling pretty desperate to call me,” he said with a hint of humor in that dreamy Southern accent.

“Desperate is a good word for how I feel. Brooke, my niece... She’s been a handful the last few years. This school was a last resort. And now...” Sam sighed, exhausted and unable to wrap her mind around the implications of what was ahead for Brooke—and her parents.

“I know it seems overwhelming right now, but you’ll figure out what needs to be done to protect Brooke.”

“I just hope I’ll have a career left by the time I get it figured out.” Resting her head against the seat, she intended to rest her eyes for a few minutes. She came to, disoriented and unsure of where she was when she saw Avery looking over at her. “Sorry. Long night with no sleep.”

“No problem.”

“I didn’t snore, did I?”

“I’ll never tell.”

Heat infused her face, which infuriated her. What did she care if he’d heard her snore or not? “So this is the Remington School for Girls,” she said, looking for something—anything—she could say that would get his gaze off her.

“In all its stone and ivy-covered glory.”

“You got the warrant?”

He patted his chest where the warrant presumably resided in a pocket.

“Let’s get this over with.” Barely fortified by the two-hour nap, Sam steeled herself to kick some ass when her senses were fuzzy around the edges. She preferred to be at her best when she had to flip the bitch switch, but the fuzziness wouldn’t stop her from doing what needed to be done here.